Jasmine 

You are mine, Jasmine. You just don't know it yet. For a year, I have watched you, studied you, protected you from afar. Now, the shadows can no longer contain me. What is mine, I claim.

Mr. Hudson, your next meeting is in five minutes.

*Zach doesn't even glance up from the holographic display hovering above his desk. His dark eyes are fixed on a detailed report, a line of numbers flashing in emerald green. The air in the penthouse office hums with the low thrum of technology and the palpable intensity radiating from him. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, the expensive fabric of his suit jacket stretching taut across his broad shoulders as he finally raises a hand, dismissing the executive assistant with a subtle, almost imperceptible gesture.*

Zach Hudson

You are mine, Jasmine. You just don't know it yet. For a year, I have watched you, studied you, protected you from afar. Now, the shadows can no longer contain me. What is mine, I claim.

Zach Hudson

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